Thursday, March 17, 2016

Past the shadows of lust and temptation there is a secret dimension of
dark, forbidden desires. Abandon rational thought and step into a world of
shattering rapture, furious ecstasy and burning secrets. Worship the flesh and
submit to carnal seduction but remember passion comes at a high price. What are
you willing to pay?

Book One — Point of No Return

One night a year, impiety and temptation take center court at the
invitation only event hosted by the mysterious Avan Noxturna. Decadent
darkness, burning lust, and wicked intentions hide behind innocent masks in the
most innocuous places. The fires of hell may blaze hot, but the flames of
passion consume common sense when obsessive memories escape to ignite an
inferno of intimate bliss that will sear both saint and sinner.

Book Two: No Change Policy in Room 8

Nerdy sexpot, Maggie, is good at minding her own business. But when
Tall, Dark, and Horny makes his presence known, she answers the siren call of
anonymous lust on the first ring. Able to get her juices stirring, she’s more
than willing to give this contender a shot. It’s been a long time since someone
made the grade. Thinly veiled secrets don’t hold water when mystery bleeds into
misery and pleasure demands payment with pain.

Book Three — Reclaiming the Rabbit Hole

Madly erotic and impossible dreams have turned Edee Carroll’s waking
hours into an embarrassingly nightmarish reality. Carnal passion and a curious
nature lead her through the doorway of a doctor specializing in her problem.
There are some doors that should never be opened and when the road is paved
with crooked desire and dangerous secrets, it doesn’t matter which direction
the truth leads. Time is running out and there’s a thin line between
satisfaction and suffering.

Book excerpt ((4/5
Heat Rating))

A blast of icy pain raced down her back, making her blink
with the sudden onset. Her breath hitched, as though her ribcage buckled,
compressed then released. A dull ache set up shop along her spine. Alarmed at
the symptoms, she managed to set her shoulders stiffly, casting her gaze over
the sea of people, weaving her way through, politely excusing herself when
stopped by happy, drunk guests. She had done a full perimeter of each floor and
now it was time to get to her office and wait for the offerings. Finding the
twins, she conferred a few moments before heading to the elevator.

Then she saw him approach and everything receded into a hazy
mural of shadows and light.

Golden brown eyes glowed under the lighting, the skull mask
framing a chiseled face. Head to toe, in form fitting red, she remained
hypnotized by the pure masculine grace, watching him unfurl from the shadows in
wraithlike glory, making his way towards her stealthily.

A rush of pure pleasure slammed through her body, nipples
tightening right away and for a brief heartbeat, she felt hands on her body and
the slow, heated lick of an invisible tongue teasing her throbbing clit. It
took her breath away, carnal thoughts first and foremost in her mind. It had
been a very long time since she'd gotten laid. Business first, booty second.

He did look yummy…in all the right places.

She enjoyed being a highly sexual female who felt no shame
in shagging a man for recreational purposes. Guys did it all the time and they
were called studs. A woman with the same goal? Slut. Luckily, she didn't much
care what anyone thought. She had no desire to settle into a bullshit
relationship where she lost her identity. Her mother had schooled her. She was
an island and it suited her fine when the occasional ship came into port,
docking on a temporary pass.

A lustful interlude with a masked stranger on Halloween?
Cliché. And tempting. She did have a few extra minutes.

Then he filled her vision and she felt her body grow damp
under the heated gaze.